gullybogan

Dear Reader,

We’ve been dithering over what to do about Missy, the daughter of a friend who has been thrown out of home by that friend as a response to her unbridled intercoursing with a string of stringy boys.

We’ve been waiting for something to change. Some alteration of the balance of things, so that we could more reasonably step in and offer to give her a place to stay while she gets her shit together.

Well, things have changed.

She’s disappeared.

This doesn’t help our philanthropic aims, though. Not a bit.

The details are sketchy, but she isn’t at the house of the boy in Boronia anymore. The two of them “had a fight,” from what we can gather, and now she is off somewhere else: situation unknown.

We get this information secondhand, via Missy’s friends, who we happen to know in much the same way we know Missy in the first place – they are the teenagers of the adults who are in some venn diagram that Princess is also in. We meet them at fundraising barbecues, trivia nights, that sort of thing, and Princess, in her Princessy way, befriends them, in much the same way that Snow White befriends woodland folk.

So, now that i’ve explained our sources, i can tell you that right now no-one knows where Missy is, who she’s staying with, or what she’s doing.

I have a pretty good idea she’s not the new editor on The Monthly, nor the new coach for Richmond, but beyond that we have no idea.

We are hoping that she turns up somewhere alive and well. The fact that we have to hope that (rather than that she will turn up somewhere with a good job and a bright future and a wonderful new boyfriend) is more than a little sad.

We’re rather disappointed in ourselves, now, that we didn’t do something about her circumstances while she was still on the grid.

We were scared that doing something to intervene between her and her parents would be seen as impolite.

I just hope we haven’t polited her to death.

Yours,
Gullybogan